People (actually only Roy) ask why I write things that aren't even there. Superheroes. Strange encounters. They aren't even sure if the actual did happen. Alright, I write superheroes because I wanted to be one, obviously. In this complicated society, where villians are most likely to triumph over the 'nvm-lar-let-him-win-lor' people, we need a household superhero. One who is not afraid of the dark forces. One who has the capability to make villians bow. One who couldn't be bother with the consequences that his actions bring about. You know what I mean. Obviously I have never meant the policemen. Oh fuck, patrolling the streets with bullet-less pistols. Who are they freaking? Drunk ah-peks? Sad to say, but superheroes are mere myths. Maybe we see the occasional heroics from the brave ones once in a while. But when things get sticky, it's always better to mind OUR own business, yah? This superheroes fetish of mine began a long way back. My childhood dream was to become a Premiership player. I often imagined that I'll come back one day as national hero to save Singapore, bring them to the World Cup, and then sign for Real Madrid. More importantly, I wanted to save my primary school class. My primary school class sucked at soccer. Before the school tournament even began, I imagined I'd scored a hattrick, netting the winner in the very last minute of play, before dedicating the goal to my onlooking crush. It didn't materialise, of course. My crush couldn't be bothered with the match - she was playing zero-point somewhere else, I supposed. I didn't score. We got thrashed 4-0 or 5-0. We, being the losers, went back to our books and prepared for PSLE, while the winners (mostly Malays) went on and imagined they would win the World Cup and sign for Real Madrid. This unrealized fetish of being the hero-of-the-moment snowballed its way to the present day. I still see the typical big-bully-small situations these days, wishing that I could do something about it. If only I have super powers. If only I fight small crimes for a living. If only I could make a difference! Perhaps its the unfinished business with these part-time villians that presented my previous blog in a superhero light. Personally, I feel that its not a bad thing to have such lopsided imaginations afterall, although I admit that I think too much crap at times. Nevertheless, these thoughts might just convince myself that, yes, I can be the hero-of-the-moment one day. You never know.